Chapter 30: Mafia Royal

~Tricia

"What the hell just happened here, and what the hell did you do?" A woman's voice blasted behind me and grabbed my hair, but my wig fell off, allowing my original hair to fall helplessly down on my waist, my eyes snap open before turning around to see this bitch.

She took a quick step back, as if she had seen a ghost.

Oh, if you didn't guess which witch had the audacity to kidnap me.

I look at her in disgust from head to toe, swearing she's dressed in the sluttiest outfit I've ever seen.

She wore a tube that barely covered her bosom and exposing her in fairness flat belly but not curvy as mine, a black leather very short shorts that look more like an underwear and a pair of neon pink anklet boots with six inches heels.

I mean, is she sure she's in the right place? Hey, this is a fucking barn, not a bloody slut club. Did she kidnap me in order to get Seth? She obviously barking up the wrong tree. She has no idea who she is dealing with.

"Oh hey Cheska right?" I said, as if we'd met at the mall. I know she's the one who took pictures of me and posted them.

I would really love to shave her hair.

"W-who are you?" She asked, trying to calm herself down after her terrified expression.

Playing brave I see. I removed my mask and looked at her with a smirk playing on my lips. Her eyes widened even more when she saw my tattoo.

Something on her chest drew my attention: she had a tattoo of a mafia logo, layered V and S with flames in the background, Villa Samonte Mafia. Who would have guessed that this babe is a member of the mafia?

"Y-you... but b-but how? ... Where has Willsmith gone?" She stutters, and it appears that she knows me as Violet rather than Tricia, which is good because she knows who she is up against.

“Tss, you're staring at her, girl. By the way, did you know that anyone who knows my true identity has a one hundred percent chance of going to hell?” I said with a high voice, as if I were saying something trivial. Well, I don't really do that to anyone, because if I could, I would have killed Mom and Dad. They are an exception.

“Even though you're an assassin, I'm not afraid of you! You see... ” she pointed to her tattoo—“I'm a mafia boss' daughter." She said proudly, her voice brave, despite her knees slightly trembling.

Interesting, she’s a mafia royal.

Mafia Royal is a son or daughter of mafia boss which also includes me and I hate it, no scratch that, I despise it.

She grabbed something from her back in one swift motion, and I groaned when I realized it was a gun.

What the fuck is with this gun shit? Putting your life in the hands of a weapon will not save your fucking life.

I got ahead of her before she could point her gun at me. I grab her wrist and twist it, causing her to drop her gun.

I pull her and knee her in the stomach before throwing her across the ground. She grunted and rolled over, she stood up and composed herself into combat position.

Let's see what this bitch can do, mafia royal versus assassin, cool.

She comes at me first, throwing a solid punch at me. I dodge it and strike her, but she catches my arms and twists them behind me, sweeping my feet with hers, we both stumble on the ground.

FUCK! She was about to punch me while straddling me, but I grabbed her shoulder and pulled her towards me, and her head batted her face. I was satisfied when I heard a cracking sound and rolled over, whipping my hair across her face.

“Damn you! You broke my nose!” She hissed covering her bleeding nose while we were standing up.

"Sorry," I said slyly, making a peace sign.

"But you twisted my arms." I pointed my arms while pouting. It was actually painful but not enough to break it.

She dashed towards me, giving me a flying kick. I sidestepped and grabbed her ankle, swayed her body, and threw her against the barrels on the side.

As much as I wanted to play with this doll, I needed to get out of here because I had more important things to do. I take up the gun she had dropped and cock it.

“I plan to let you live, but—” I pause and point the gun at her.

“—you're a part of something I loathed to hell. Sorry but we can’t be friends and braid our hair together.” My voice became cold, and she looked at me in horror.

I gave her that look I usually give all of my targets, and before she could say anything, I shot her in the head.

I took my bag, which they had hung on a beam, and I was carrying a gun in case I ran into one of their members outside.

It's a good thing they didn't go through my belongings. I saw a road ahead and was about to call Kiro to come get me, but someone spoke from behind me, causing my heart to drop.

"I see what and who you really are."

"Seth?”

Shit! What on earth was he doing here? Did he see me being dragged by that bastard? That's why he followed me here, isn't it? Wonderful! Just great! I'm so screwed up!

In a matter of seconds, he was standing in front of me, a pair of stern eyes fixed on me.

I tried to stare at him blankly as my throat dried up, but it turned out to be an apologetic look. Fuck! Why the fucking hell are you behaving like this? What now if he knows who you really are!

I gather myself, swallowing the lump in my throat, and prepare to speak, but no voice comes out of my mouth. Fuck this shit! Why is my body reacting in this way? Under his gaze, my heart pounding wildly against my chest. This is not so me!

"I saw you back there and revealed your identity. Are you not going to kill me now as you did her?" His face still emotionless while spitting those words.

He looked down at my gun-wielding hand. I clutch it as if my life depends on it. What should I do now? I simply cannot kill him in my current state.

Something inside of me is telling me that I should tell him everything about myself. However, he may kill me instead as a result of what I did, remember that poison I gave him?

Not that I'm going to let him kill me. Damn! What should I do now? Should I tell him or not? My head shook unconsciously in response to his question, as if it were the natural thing to do. I hope.

His gaze returned to mine. Everything was moving so quickly that I didn't notice he had taken the gun from me. He pointed it in my direction without thinking twice, and three loud gun shots echoed.

Slowly, as if in slow motion, I feel the hotness of the bullets pass through above my ear, striking some of my hair strands.

My gaze remained fixed on him, and I did not flinch. I heard an audible thud behind me as he handed me the gun back.

I looked behind me and was surprised to see three men slumped with a single bullet wound to their heads.

So, we've got a sharpshooter on our hands, don't we?

I was so preoccupied with my thoughts that I didn't notice them approaching. I was too distracted with how I was going to tell Seth.

What in the world had he done to me? Why did he always have this effect on me? Fuck this shits!

“HELL! DON’T JUST STAND THERE LIKE AN IDIOT!” He yelled angrily.

I sigh after debating whether or not to tell him, and let's just hope I'm making the right decision.

"Come with me, and I'll tell you everything." I said calmly after regaining control of my voice.

Please help me God, I'm not sure what I was doing right now.